phillyphreak
The intensity rose, my temperature heightened. I tapped on the side of the box curiously. It was cold and hard, like metal. I shivered and pulled my coat over my shoulders. I found an opening on my right, just a once inch square. I looked through with one eye shut.
I sat in the stadium, now for 3 days. Not a drop of cooled water had touched my lips, not a crumb of food had reached my tongue. My stomach screamed at me. My mother rocked herself back and forth on the bench. My father ripped the yellow star off of his jacket in fury. Unlike my raging father, I was proud of my star.
All of a sudden, a young woman, around twenty years of age, fell from the highest part of the stadium. She lain on the floor, blood escaping through her nostrils and mouth, fractures so terrible that you could see them popping out of the skin. Dead. with her child not far behind her.
Should I still be proud of my star?
LET ME TRY this again. He strode into the classroom. Baseball cap angled perfectly over his flowing strawberry blonde hair, pants situated amazingly 1 inch below the waistline (which was almost nonexistent), and eyes slightly squeezed inwards. Melting.
To "cap" it all off: my year. 8th grade at Wyndcroft. Wow. Wow. Friend troubles. kick ass grades. kick ass attitude...sometimes...no. ALL THE TIME:)
sorry about the non story format writing
The dim light passed through the cracked window. I was awed by the tiny rainbow it formed on the hardwood floor. For a room that had so much bad, it was obviously capable of holding some good.
marble. countertop. thinking of marvel...could u marvel at marble? yep. marble. little glass balls. mancala. sisters. "clink clink clink clink" go the little balls.
I WIN
smile:) you smile...i smile...michael jackson...rip <3 love you man<3 smiling...happiness...joy..glee...not what i feel right this second...but i put on one anyway
rise...the sun rises in the east...right? rise above the people who drive you bonkers...rise above the mountains of despair and harshness...rise to the heavens of promise and greatness...rise above...RISE UP against the opposition...
chalkboard...we play on the chalkboard...blackboard relay in french class...we right...the screeching of chalk running and running and running...the screeching of finger running running running...dusty, dry, black, almost sad
sideburns...joe jonas...i was obsessed with those bros...long ago they sweeped my walls in cheap paper out of one of those special edition people magazines... they look nasty kevin aka sam...get rid of them!
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